With his wife's guest now gone and the house quiet, Henri-Armand sneaks up the stairs as if heading to bed himself. He pauses outside the door to her rooms and listens for any sounds. The soft crackle of the fire in the fireplace, the occasional flip of a page in a book betrayed her presence in the room. he smiled and reached for the door knob, turning it and letting himself in. The sounds so quiet she barely seemed to take notice as he made his way into her room. With the door shut, he slipped off his jacket and set it on the chair near the bed. His eyes almost boring through her as he stepped closer to the bed. It was then when she jerked her head up from her book and turned to face him, the first time in her room. "Henri... I.." She brought her hand up as he moved forward at her... tonight she would be his.